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MASTER OF DEATH
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I. THE MAN WHO SMILED
? CHAPTER II. A TRAVELER RETURNS
? CHAPTER III. DEATH UNOBSERVED
? CHAPTER IV. THE SHADOW SEES
? CHAPTER V. THE SHADOW'S DISCOVERY
? CHAPTER VI. VELDON SMILES AGAIN
? CHAPTER VII. THE SHADOW LEARNS
? CHAPTER VIII. DEATH WINS AGAIN
? CHAPTER IX. CLEWS ARE LINKED
? CHAPTER X. THE FIRST REPORT
? CHAPTER XI. A STRANGE VISIT
? CHAPTER XII. A TRAP CLOSES
? CHAPTER XIII. WORD TO THE SHADOW
? CHAPTER XIV. MILLIONAIRES MEET
? CHAPTER XV. MINIONS OF THE FIEND
? CHAPTER XVI. MOBSTERS FIGHT
? CHAPTER XVII. THE LIVING SKELETON
? CHAPTER XVIII. THE COUNTERPLOT
? CHAPTER XIX. THE TRAIL BEGINS
? CHAPTER XX. CRANSTON EXPLAINS
? CHAPTER XXI. CARDONA'S TURN
? CHAPTER XXII. WITHIN THE WALLS
? CHAPTER XXIII. FIEND VERSUS SHADOW

CHAPTER I. THE MAN WHO SMILED
"STOP beyond the corner, driver."

The taximan swerved toward the curb as he crossed Sixty-sixth Street and stopped free of the
Broadway traffic. The passenger, leaning forward with his face beside the window, smiled as the cab
halted at the designated spot beyond the corner.

Opening the door, the man alighted and paid the driver. He was still wearing his smile. The taxi driver
noted it in the dim light, and gazed askance at the sallow face. There was something about the
passenger's smile which the driver did not like.

As the man pocketed his change, the driver pulled the cab from the curb and glanced back. His
ex-passenger was still standing by the corner, waiting for the flow of traffic to cease.

Even from the distance, the taximan fancied that he could see the ugly leer upon the fellow's face. The
driver shrugged his shoulders, and let the cab roll on. After all, the man had been just another passenger;
yet even this hard-boiled jehu felt a sense of relief to know that he was rid of this fare.

BACK on the corner of Sixty-sixth Street, the smiling man stepped from the curb. A red light had
stopped traffic. The man strolled across the wide thoroughfare, turned toward the nearby avenue, and